Lyrics:
off before it starts
I can hear your heart talkin' to me
I'm not a stone that's been polished and shined
I'm not the diamond that you had in mind
I
I’m a fag
That’s a fact
I walk fast
Never look back
I’m a fembot hunk
Smoke a hybrid blunt
I’m a polished punk
Now everybody get drunk
I’m that ho
at Interscope (at Interscope)
My pistol polished, any problems, I'ma pull that ho
Peter Parker, but I've yet to reach my pinnacle (lord)
Bitches lookin' at me,
Black sheep i stay among these polished hypocrites
Still grinding my way
And every step i take i make a statement
To disrespect and reject and hit
[Verse 2]
Polished looks can hide the flaws
Clean appearance but truth is lost
Even those who seem so pure
May have motives that obscure
bag
A dirty sport's hat
And a backpack of dreams to give up
Here you go the lights go on
Another show another night long
Shining dresses and polished
as a polished apple
Lovely and intelligent
Every single word he says
Everything that he does
Everything that he does
Everything that he does
Everything that he
inexplicable
Well oiled and polished, running smooth
Doing good
All the little wheels are turning
To keep the fire in the furnace burning
All the little
band
Smell the fresh cut grass
See the heroes of the past
We like a job well done we like a polished gun and we love the heartland
In North Johns,
Buy you everything polished
Drop top in a dam Rari
Cruising in the whip I don't say sorry
Baby girl you know that I got it so let's hit the party
Take
of line
Compulsion
Polished boots
c steelplate move
Compulsion
Swing a leg
cnd, 1,2,3
Compulsion
cll embrace
The steel born age
Compulsion
polished
Your hidden talent is just waiting to be unleashed
I find myself in your eyes
You are the purest mirror
Of my authentic version
You're
They've got shiny cars and polished nails
Yeah, those girls they've got everything right
They've got fancy clothes, perfect hair, steady lives
But
at the house to remind
Me to switch into gear for the big coup de gras
The meeting with the man from the media
I swept the driveway and polished the phone
bright
I know just how small I am
Where their shadows stand
All the noise and their polished poise
The world don't seem so concerned
With The Incredible
tears turned into November rain
I believed in love
I believed in faith
I believed in every single word you said
Nice suit, polished look
Innocent
doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars with the commas
Bangin bitches out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry nada,
doin?
Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished
Spankin dollars with the commas
Bangin bitches out the Bahamas
On hides of llama we cry nada,
Strengthens my opinion
That you are polished shit
And I won't be a part of what you claim to be.
polished to a shine
'Cause I don't feel like I belong
And I don't feel so good all the time
But I know I belong to you
'Cause it feels like home when I'm
life (oh)
My life (ayy) my life (oh) just livin' my life
I'm the opposite of moderate, immaculately polished with
The spirit of a hustla
tune
Idols are out today
They pose a single night
A polished heap and birds so pretty
You sold your soul but you deserve no pity
You'll climb
to be honest
Then go ahead and start it
I'm fighting this feeling of being forgotten
Was broken and bleeding I rose like a goddess
I'm polished from
opened his windows to decadent interest
He polished his image like that of a human
He battled the planets and won
He won he won
He won he won
All of your
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